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The Heart of the Lioness: ☽⋆32⋆☾

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Cairn arched forwards falling to land with a grunt. His knees cracking against the concrete, Brielle pushed harder willing that dreg of fighting power into every rotting crevice of his soul. The power, an extension of her anger and rage, ripped into every nerve burning them and carving into his layers of skin.

There was a rattle of chains as Aelin crawled, metal gauntlets scraping the stone as she moved to where the Lioness stood. A female battering-ram of power that fuelled the rising warmth in the cell. The young Queen of Terrasen tucked herself into the back of Brielle's legs when another bone splintering scream tore from the male writhing on the floor in pain before them.

Vera had began yelling over Cairn's noises of pain as she yanked forcefully at her restraints, biting into her lip to ignore the pain as the metal cut into her wrist. If Brielle was giving them this opportunity she wasn't going to waste it. If she could get to them and get Aelin standing Vera knew Enola would be able to help them. The Pride members would never stray too far from their leader. She turned and gripped to the chain wrapping both arms and planting her feet to the wall trying to rip it out the stone.

The Lioness was unrelenting in her form standing vigil, braced as Aelin hid behind her. Allowing the younger female to catch her breath, trying to recover from the touch of darkness that was Brielle's power.

There was blood blisters exploding off Cairn's skin. Hives of them erupting as Brielle pushed further ignoring the rising heat in her core temperature. Snarling to expose her canines at Cairn when he tried to fight and rise up against her. He had not a single defence as she started imploding blood vessels under his skin. The surface of his flesh was darkening in various hues of purple as the blood began seeping internally around his system.

A low whine building in the air drew her attention, even through the blurring of her vision she could still see Fenrys glued to his space by the entrance. Brielle felt her power flicker when she glanced at him. Fenrys wasn't moving instead staring straight at her. She had anticipated seeing the disgust and fear in his eyes as it shone in everyone else when they witnessed the lengths of her power. But not him, never him.

Her whole body warmed from the inside out, an underlay of heat lining her skin. Blood boiling a sheen of sweat over her arms. The power had begun to wilt when she dragged and demanded more, Even in his wolf form Brielle could read his expressions as clearly as day. His eyes spiked with worry as she turned away from him to meet Cairn's blood shot eyes. She was reaching her limit and the bastard knew it, biding his time for the lingering iron shavings in her system to do their job.

If this was to be it, She was going to give it everything. A flood gate of power bursting she fired the remainder of it at the male, his body contorting to try and relieve the pressure and pain.

Beads of sweat were running down her face , warming her jaw. Eyes sting as the droplets flowed freely. It was becoming difficult to keep her knees straight, muscles tightening and cramping under the effort of keeping herself upright.

"Brielle!" Vera's cry was croaked as she continued fighting the chains imprisoning her to the wall, near bone breaking point, simply in order to reach her Commander, her friend. The lines of the room were all blurring to the same shapes. Brielle felt the muscles tighten and legs buckle but she refused to fall, Even through his pain Cairn began smiling watching her shake with effort, awaiting the final blow of power that would never come.

There was a resounding boom as a body collided into the door, she swayed, vision darkening at the edges as light finally flooded into the room from the entrance, Isaiah stood in the doorway, panting from the effort of pounding the door open, a door which was dented in the shape of a shoulder. He gaped taking in the sight of Brielle, a physical faltering shield to the Queen huddles like a child behind her. Brielle was faintly aware of Cairn's rasp breathless laughter before she finally blacked out.

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Everything was aching beyond recognition. Her bones, nerves, fingers, everything. Every inch of her skin had been stretched too thin to cover her bones. A near blinding pain began to bloom behind her eye, even lifting her eyelids was an effort, little dead weights fighting to keep them close, to keep her blind.

Brielle needed to wake up, Needed to fight.

A hand brushed against her arm, soft and gentle. She knew it was Connall beside her. A realisation that hurts more than it should have. He was her friend, the thing her life gripped to, the raft which allowed her to keep her head above the water.

If it was him beside her and not his twin... Her burn out had been for nothing. A fucking monumental waste of power. Even now, she could feel the sting of the iron in her system, like a parasite leeching her power from deep within her bones. A fatigue that lingered still.

"Bri," His voice was hushed, but it rattled her skull, echoed off the walls surrounding them. Blinking she tried to focus on his form before her, Connall knelt, hand fused to her own, His words brought her jolting back into reality.

Back to feeling everything once more, force you to pay attention. The surface beneath her was solid and cold. Stone. Brielle didn't need her senses with her now to know exactly where she lay.

"Connall..."She squinted at him in confusion, her vision finally focusing enough to see the tears that lace his eyes. "What-"

"I'm sorry. Okay, I need you to remember something for me." His voice was still a whisper as he leaned closer wrapping an arm around her torso. Brielle struggles to sit upright but forces her senses to clear as he slips something cold and small into her hand. Using his hand to clamp her fingers around it.

There were footsteps drawing closer, She heard the shift in his heartbeat, giving way to the obvious scent of panic "Brielle... Don't be moral" He was nodding softly ",Be realistic." He was pulled back from her, catching her stare when he was yanked to stand above her.

Confusion was hammering harder inside her head, pulsing with the pain, a second guard stormed in to roughly grab her above the elbow. Fae and almost ten times her size Brielle couldn't offer up more of a fight beyond the low hiss that left her from the ache in her muscles when he dragged her into the throne room.

Connall had shifted, The Midnight black wolf stalking to sit beside the throne upon which Maeve was already perched, smirking down at Brielle.

"The Lioness..." The queen drawled, pale thin hand coming to stroke down the spine of the owl beside her, Brielle's eyes shifted to meet Enola's gaze, the pale owl blinked at her. I'm okay. Brielle read the statement loud and clear as Maeve stayed oblivious to the Pride member under her own palm.

"After your demonstration earlier. I saw it only fit to give you one of my own."

The guard dumped Brielle, her hand falling out to catch her body before she smacked the stone. Maeve let a satisfied sigh go, leaning back to watch the double doors behind Brielle swing wide. Her heart was hammering faster as she finally turned,

The scents that filled the room, mixing with the blood and panic Brielle tried to rise on weak legs when Fenrys stalked into the room, he glanced at her but couldn't stop walking towards the throne.

A second later, Brielle froze, Cairn walks in dragging a hooded figure, it was a struggle to not look away as Aelin was forced to crawl and stumble before Cairn finally stopped.

He glares sidelong at Brielle, his bloodshot eyes and bruised skin made her smirk, the only bit of hope she had. A hope the bastard was still in pain.

The guard who had dragged Brielle into the area, walked the edges of the room, until he was beside Fenrys, lowering a sword to rest it beside his neck. The blood running through Brielle's veins chilled, panic thundering up into her throat.

"Remove the hood, Cairn" He does so, glowering at Brielle one final time before roughly grasping the top of the hood and ripping it upwards, Aelin swayed from where he held her.

Brielle's lip pulled back, exposing the top row of her teeth and canines. Cairn stilled for a moment before ignoring her once more.

The Lioness watches, struggling to draw breath past the panic formed lump in her airway. Eyes zeroing in on the circle of glass at the foot of Maeve's dais. A display, A demonstration. A punishment for them all.

Fuck.

Brielle planted a hand beneath her, the cold from the stone invading the skin of her palm.

"If you will, Cairn" Maeve gave a relaxed gesture to the ring of shards on the floor, Shining like stars as the light poured in and bounced off the surface of the glass. Brielle fought through the burn of her muscles to rise when a blade dropped to rest against her neck.

It was a hateful instinct to relax in his presence, her own body and mind betraying her to deep rooted trust when Isaiah pushed his dagger into the column of her throat. The year before she was sworn... the world had not been kind to the three of them. Isaiah and- Brielle never mentioned her name these days, or any day since the Golden Death. The trio... had crumbled then and now lay broken.

Isaiah used his free hand to grasp her chin, positioning her head so she was looking across at her own mate, "You move, He dies remember." He gently removes his grip on her face, allowing her head to drop between her shoulders. It was an effort not to cry, had it all been for nothing?

Brielle's attention was snapped back up to Cairn as he shoved Aelin to kneel atop the pile of glass. An ancient crown now resting on her head. Despite the steady breaths Aelin took to keep herself from screaming Brielle couldn't help but notice how... Right the crown looked there, Destined to lay upon Aelin's head of golden hair.

The metallic tang of blood bleeds into the air of the throne room, The shards under Aelin seeping red from the blood she bled onto them. Even from across the room, Brielle could hear the young Queen swallow down her screams, breathing steady as Cairn pushed her down by the shoulder, forcing his weight through her knees on the glass. But still Aelin refused to give them the satisfaction of screaming.

Brielle searched deep, bypassing the iron in her system to drag up a small dreg of her power, extending it to Aelin, The young Queen subtly met her stare when Brielle's magic brushed her legs, blocking the nerve receptors. Numbing her limbs slightly. Brielle watched a tear slide as Aelin let loose a small sigh of relief.

"A pity that there is not a bigger audience to witness this," Maeve smugly looked around the room at the gathering of beings bending into submission before her. "Aelin Fire-bringer, wearing her proper Faerie Queen's crown at last. Kneeling at my feet."

Brielle had to forcefully bite into her own lip to keep herself still, watching as Aelin's shoulders shook, swaying and wincing from the pain the movement caused.

There was a resounding click as Maeve snapped her fingers, grabbing all the attention to her, "Fenrys."

Brielle fought the expression from her face, to hide her emotions as she watched her mate walk towards the queen. Stopping to sit at her feet, Fenrys tilted his head at his brother, Maeve smiled at the sight.

"Connall, you may finally tell your twin what you wish to say" Isaiah twists so Brielle has a full view between the twins interaction. Connall glances to Brielle once, a long second before he shifts back to his fae form, standing tall above Fenrys now.

"Speak freely, Connall." Maeve eases back into her seat on the throne. Brielle caught Enola's stare when the owl ruffled her wings. The look in her spies eyes... She was trying to warn her of something.

"Let your brother know these words are our own and not of my command" Brielle watched with a careful eye, a spies eyes. Tracking every minuscule movement and whisper of the unspoken word. Unease sat itself down in the deepest pit of her stomach, watching as Fenrys was momentarily distracted by looking across to Aelin when Cairn forced her to lean further onto the broken glass.

"You brought this upon yourself," Fenrys shifts his attention back to his twin, the pit in Brielle's stomach plummets. What was Connall saying? Did he know what Maeve was planning before they were dragged in here.

"Your arrogance, Your unchecked recklessness– Was this what you wanted?" Some part of her wishes Connall might just look at her so she could know for herself. That these were not Maeve's own words. Hoping beyond all hope Connall was being forced to say such a thing. Each word is a whipping of its own brutal nature. But without looking across to her, Connall continued.

"You couldn't let me have this– have any part of this for myself. You took the blood oath not to serve our Queen, but so you couldn't be bested by me for once in your life." He stops, Fenrys' heart with it, Connall takes a second for a laugh that was more of a breathless pant of air as he looked skyward to the stone ceiling rising high above them.

"You were even mated to the one female I ever truly loved. And still you couldn't give me this." The revelation reverberated through her. Through the room that even Maeve sat forward in interest.

Brielle stopped breathing when Connall finally glanced at her, Conviction and undying truth shone there, I'm sorry, He mouthed to her. She was going to throw up. All this time...

Fenrys had tilted his head, had felt the shift in her presence, Following his twin's stare. The white wolf growled low in the back of his throat, it drew Connall's attention away from his mate.

Simply by watching the wolf, Brielle knew he was readying himself for the verbal lashing sure to ensue from his brother, readying to weather it in order to keep his brother's attention on him and off of her.

"You are a disgrace to our family, to this kingdom. You whored yourself to a foreign Queen, and for what? I begged you to control yourself when you were sent to hunt Lorcan. I begged you to be smart. You might as well spat in my face."

The words rippled and grated Brielle's skin, watching Fenrys' flinch at Connall's words. She was going to speak with Connall once this was over. No one spoke to Fenrys like that, not in a situation like this, not even his own twin brother.

Maeve was watching on in amusement when Fenrys made a low sound, resembling a snarl, the unspoken language between the brothers. Connall snorts, jerking his head back in offence, "Leave? Why would I ever want to leave" For the briefest of seconds, Connall let his gaze slip back to Brielle held in place by Isaiah.

"And for what? That? " Connall points to where Aelin is still knelt on the glass. "No Fenrys I will not leave. And neither will you." A low whine was the only response Fenrys could muster.

"That will be all, Connall" Despite their friendship and the blood oath still restricting him, Brielle felt sick at the rush of resentment that flooded her when Connall obeyed with ease. Shifting to sit beside his Queen once more. Following the blood oath had never been easy for her, he made it look so simple it was sickening. Maeve repositions herself on the throne.

"You know how quickly this can end, Aelin." Brielle glanced at the young Queen. She was breathing slowly, chest rising and falling on rhythm, with her eyes closed over.

"Tell me where you hid the Wyrdkeys, swear the blood oath..." Brielle wanted to sob at the memory of when she bound herself to Maeve, she was a shell, a mirror to Aelin now. "The order doesn't matter, I suppose" At those words Aelin finally opened her eyes, swaying she lifts her bound hands, throwing the most vulgar gesture she could at Maeve. The Queen's smile tightened barely enough to be noticeable.

"Cairn." At the command he puts even more force into pushing her down on top of the glass. Aelin finally caved. Her scream ripped through the skies and rattled the bones of Brielle's skull. Trying to rise Brielle was forced back down by Isaiah, Fenrys growls from the side.

"Very well, Cairn" Cairn relieved the pressure on Aelin and Brielle fought the instinct to crawl towards the queen to aid her friend. Aelin was panting trying to even out her breathing as she bowed over her knees planting her head to the floor.

"My eyes told me an interesting tidbit of information this morning " A sour taste bled through Brielle's mouth. Those resources might have come from her people.

"An account that you were currently in Terrasen and readying the little army you gathered for war you and Prince Rowan and my two disgraced warriors along with your usual group" Aelin didn't respond refusal to believe her words. They were coming she knew it but the vacant expression on Aelin's face... she was slowly losing faith.

"Useful, to have a shapeshifter to play your part as queen, Though I wonder how long the ruse can last without your special gifts to incinerate Morath's legions. How long until the allies you collected start asking why the fire-bringer does not burn." Maeve was relaxed, ignoring all else as she conversed with Aelin.

"I do not wish to wipe away this world, as Erawan does, I like Erilea precisely the way it is. I always have." – "I have seen many wars. Sent my warriors to fight in them, end them"

Brielle ignores Cairn's stare as he glances sidelong to watch her, his skin is still battered black and blue from the reminents of her power, despite his attempt to stifle it.

"I have seen how destructive they are. The very glass you lay on comes from one of those wars, you know" Brielle stilled, swaying to angle her head down and stare at the glass under Aelin's legs. Soaking in blood, the glass was a pinical point for Brielle to focus until she glanced up.

Connall was unblinking, in a way so unnerving Brielle paused all thought to return it. His eyes shifted to glare at the glass before flicking to her hand. Subconsciously, she tightened her hand around the object he had placed in her grasp before they were dragged into this room.

"From the glass mountains in the south. They were once sand dunes, but dragons burned them to glass during an ancient and bloody conflict." When Brielle snapped her gaze back to Connall, he had already turned away.

Brielle hardly notes the small hum of amusement Maeve emits as her heart hammers harder, unable to keep her gaze from flicking back to the glass, to the fire which had created it. The aerial beasts who had perished, their fire extinguished. Fire-bringers like Aelin.

It's a struggle to think around the all consuming thoughts. Was Connall thinking the same thing she was now? What else does he know? He avoids her stare all throughout as Maeve lavishes in the refreshments brought out to her on platers.

"I'm growing tired of this," Brielle had to focus now, forcing herself to do so. Maeve leans forwards sharply on the throne. The lioness doesn't miss the movement of Enola as the spy flaps her wings.

"Do you believe, Aelin Galathynius, That I will not make the sacrifices necessary to obtain what I seek?"

The world stills as Aelin lifts her stare, paling as she glances at the smirk displayed full frontal on Maeve's expression. "Allow me to demonstrate," The queen lowers her attention to the dark haired warrior at the side of her throne. "Do it."

Even at the side of the room, Brielle spots her mates eyes widening in panic. As Connall drew one of the knives from off the length of his belt, she began fighting,

"Don't-" The words were a whisper, barely making it from her lips as Connall stills standing above his brother. Fenrys growls low, full body shaking as he stares up at his twin, ear twitching at the sound of Brielle fighting to stand beside him.

"Don't" she pleads this time, If he ever felt anything towards her as he claims he does. Surely he would fight this oath for her. It was the only rational thought she clung to at the sight of her mate in danger, his life laid thin in the space before them. But Connall still did not look at her, nor acknowledge her plea.

Maeve's smile widened as she strokes down Enola's spine, Watching the chaos unfold before her, the owl fighting the urge to flap her wings.

Brielle ripped a shoulder forwards as a second pair of hands grabbed her, fighting her back down to her knees, "Don't. You fucking Coward!" She spat the words, willing every ounce of anger behind them, A slither of her magic thrummed in the air. Maeve sat forwards a hand flicking to extinguish it from existence. But all eyes were finally on her. Both of the Moonbeam brothers turned to watch her.

Connall flinched at her words. But Brielle couldn't care, only watching Fenrys, willing him to fight, to move to safety.

"Please" her voice broke as Isaiah and the second guard grunted, a joint effort to collapse her down using body weight to muscle her to the ground. The only way to keep her still.

"I'm sorry..." Connall's voice was low, almost inaudible through the hammering of her own heart as an involuntary hand raised the knife between them. Fear spikes, spurring like dagger into her side, fighting harder to move against her old friends. For all of one second Isaiah loosened his grip, contemplating allowing her the freedom to save her mate. The same courtesy Brielle had once offered him.

As the light glimmers off the knife, Brielle's scream is coupled with Cairn's laugh as the blade is driven down. Brielle refusing to watch, squeezed her eyes shut, awaiting the pain of the bond being ripped from within her. A bond which had tethered her to Fenrys since the day they met in Vallen when she was a shell of nothing drifting in existence.

He had brought her back. Held her together when she threatened to crack and had given her the love that even she did not believe to be deserving of.

Aelin screams as a body collapses to the ground. The weight hits the tiled floor with an all resounding thump.

A warmth, a bond thrums strong, a pulse of life feeding her. Snapping her eyes open her attention darts to Fenrys, he is standing now clawing at the floor towards...

Connall was collapsed on the floor, a seeping pool of blood flowing from where the knife was embedded into his chest. A chest which was stuttering to rise.

There was a squawk from Enola as the owl flaps her wings in horror, watching with everyone else as Connall struggled to draw breath. Fenrys was whining, claws marking the tiles as he fought the oath keeping him in place.

Cairn laughs loudly when Connall glances to Brielle, bloodied hand outstretched, A finger subtly pointed to her. Brielle sobs against the floor, her breath restricted from where the guard still knelt on her back. Connall spluttered blood, choking on it as he pointed at.. not at her but her hand. Where she still clutched tightly to whatever he had given her. When he flicked her a soft smile Brielle stilled. Hand limping against the tiles as Connall looked to the air above him, eyes squeezing shut in pain as he clutched the knife in his chest.

"You tainted something that belonged to me, Aelin Galathynius and now it must be purged." The room is still, growing cold the moment Connall's chest falls, and does not rise again.

Fenrys' howl is hollow and void of its usual warmth. A mournful sound which splits the air in the room, Cascading down Brielle's spine as she sobs into the stone tiles.

There is a clatter as Aelin slumps forward, the crown falling from her head.

"There is no one here to help you." Maeve shifts her stare to watch Brielle. "This night serves as a punishment for her as much as a reminder for you. No one is coming for you"

Brielle panted, tears pooling under her face, cooling her cheek. She stares at Aelin still slumped, from this angle Brielle watched as Aelin curls a hand around one of those glass shards.

"Think on it. Think on this night, Aelin" Maeve gives a quick snap of her fingers, "We're done here" At the dismissal, Cairn wraps his hand around the chains, Lifting Aelin as he does.

It is at that moment the young queen strikes, twirling to stab a shard of glass into the side of Cairn's neck. As he drops her body to the ground, hands shift to clutch his throat. Staggering back, swearing as he does.

Aelin spun on the glass, grabbing another piece Brielle was let go, the second guard races to detain Aelin, he isn't fast enough to stop her as she hurls a second piece of glass at Maeve.

It arches through the air, it catches Maeve's cheekbone before clattering down the side of the throne. Enola screeches finally lifting off the back of the throne to hover in the air.

Guards grab Aelin, as Maeve throws herself off the dias, "You little bitch"

Brielle can't help the laugh she lets lose into the stone, despite the pain lingering through her chest, As Aelin allows herself to be dragged back, smiling with truipmh, Unyeilding, as they lift her entirely and walk back towards the cells. Cairn glowers at Brielle as he stalks after them, hand holding his neck from where he has already ripped the shard free.

Brielle twisted her head, watching Maeve as she glanced down at her own hand, peering down to the blood marring her fingers. She caught onto Brielle's attention, dropping her hand and walked down the couple steps from the dias.

Waving a pale hand, "Get her up."

Isaiah lifts Brielle with ease, hand gripping her arms, pulling her to stand on feet that throbbed. Swaying at Maeve's eye level when the Queen ventured away from the dias to stop before her.

Brielle could feel herself shaking in Isaiah's hold, Maeve cast her stare up and down over the quiver in her body. Brought on not from fear, but instead anger, a storm deep rooted and waiting for the turn in tides. Maeve settled on staring her in the eyes, smirk marring her lips.

"Tread lightly girl, There are still ways to make you kneel." At her words, the scent of blood began to perfume into the air, Connall's blood. The queen cast her attention over her shoulder shifting just enough to provide Brielle a glimpse of where his body lay, growing cold against the floor.

Maeve turned to brush back a strand of her hair, flicking it over her shoulder. The smirk Brielle had worn for Aelin was long gone. Forced to face reality. A reality which no longer had Connall, a reality where they were all still caged.

"If you had contained yourself, he would still be alive right now." Maeve shifts so Brielle has a full view of the brothers on the ground, her hands shook at her side at the sight of Fenrys... of Connall. Her lip quivered and she looked away to hide the tears that slid down her cheek.

The pointed tips of Maeve's nails dug into her face when the queen grabbed her jaw, Forcing her head to turn back, forced to watch her mate and his dead twin.

"He would still have his twin brother." the world was shattering, the ground feeling soft and uneven under her feet. The only grip to stay standing was Isaiah's hold still unwavering at her back, for a second, Brielle felt him offer a soothing rub of his thumb along the bone of her elbow.

She must have mistaken it...

The metallic scent of blood was sickening, and Maeve finally let go of her grip. Pain flickered across Brielle's jaw, vaguely aware of the deep scratch the queen left behind with her nails. Isaiah shuffled back as Maeve began to circle the Lioness. He gave Maeve the space to lean into Brielle's side, twirling a strand of her golden hair with a pale finger.

"I must thank you. For opening the opportunity and allowing me to show the fire-bringer the lengths I might go." Her stomach rolled, feeling the closeness of Maeve's breath. The queen sighed staring out across to Connall.

This time Brielle couldn't fight her stare away this time. Fenrys was laid flat, sprawled on the floor, exhausted from fighting to get closer to his brother. The pool of blood had begun to spoil the whiteness of his fur, If only she hadn't attacked Cairn...

"He is going to stain the tiles." Maeve rounded and patted Brielle on the cheek, she was so focused on watching her mate she barely acknowledged the touch, only felt the light sting it left behind.

Maeve was leisurely stalking back to the dias, "Clean this mess up would you?"

Fenrys was going to hate her... She couldn't look at him. She got his brother killed. It was as if it was her hand that held that dagger. His blood on her hands.

Maeve had made it back to the dias turning to sit down, waiting to watch as Brielle and her mate cleaned up the mess. Being responsible for moving his body.

The hand that guided her towards Connall trembled when they held her. Isaiah refused to speak, say anything. Brielle repulsed at the touch, at the sight he helped her to. She was so focused on the rhythm of her feet moving closer still, oblivious to the sympathetic expression her ex spy watched her with, her spy who's name was gifted to him for his acts. The Loyal. Here he was now aiding in her maltreatment.

Maeve watched them, eyeing up the ex-spy with excitement, "Go get me more refreshments. Betrayer."

He flinches at the name, and Brielle turns slightly to meet his stare, avoiding the pained expression on his face, he ignores her shaking his head and moves from the room. Brielle met Enola's stare when she turned slowly, nodding subtly as she turned to kneel beside Connall.

Fenrys had already shifted out of the body of the white wolf. Had crawled the final space separating him from his brother, knelt beside him now. Brielle almost wept when he tilted his head back and met her stare, She couldn't give Maeve more satisfaction in seeing her cry, even though all she wanted to do was weep at the sight of her mate's face.

"Fen..." It was obvious he was beyond the point of caring for Maeve as tears brimmed his eyes. He shifted to be at her side, silently taking in the comfort her presence offered. He glanced down at Connall's face, his own in many ways. Stayed silently staring at his twin for a long while,

Brielle's heart cinched when he reached, brushing two fingers over Connall's face, offering the respect of closing his eyes over one last time. Brielle watches Fenrys work up the courage to turn his attention to the knife in his brother's chest. Rubbing a hand into Fenrys' leg as he hesitated to reach for the blade. After a few seconds of his struggling, Brielle finally took hold on one of his hands, giving it a tight squeeze she offered the most gentle of smiles she could as she stilled her own nerve and turned to pull the knife from Connall's chest.

When she finally did raise her own hands, she halted, noticing how deathly still the air was. How foreign it looked for his chest to not be rising, A tear slid as she reached over. One hand clasped the hilt, an unknown feeling caged, locking itself into her chest. She didn't want her hand to touch him, didn't want to disturb or cause more damage than she already had.

Pulling on the knife lightly, she paused when it caught resistance in his chest. Wrapping her shaking fingers around it she tried again, it still did not budge, tears began to sting and putting the object in her other hand down beside her leg she hovered the hand over his chest. Flexing her fingers nervously she placed it against him.

Already gone was his warmth, gone was the beating pulse of his heart. She didn't want to hurt him further, time seemed to still around them and she baited with her own breath, blood turning to ice in her veins, paralysing her entirely. In fear she would hurt him somehow if she moved.

A hand rose to clasp around her own, tilting her head sideways, suddenly realizing she was crying softly. Brielle blinked through the tears to stare at Fenrys. Her mate nodded softly, before he averted his attention back to the knife they both now held.

Leaning on to depend on one another for strength to pull the blade free. It sat between them in silence, Brielle taking the blade to rest it in her lap.

"This isn't your fault" Fenrys was the first of them to break the silence. His voice- To hear it. Brielle couldn't bring herself to breath past the lump in her throat, hand tightening around the hilt of the dagger, Fenrys smoothes his hand into her free one. They hadn't spoken beyond a few quick exchanges since their argument in the marshes. When he had first found out about her death command.

Since then she had spent many nights being comforted by the bond between them, allowing it to enrapture her in its embrace imagining his arms wrapping around her body, a blanket of safety. A bond which could have been severed today, and it would have been her fault.

Fenrys leaned closer, using his own free hand to wipe away one of her tears and push his forehead to her own, Brielle closed her eyes grasping so tightly to his hands, she was sure bones would be broken.

Fenrys shifted slightly, staring down to their hands, the ability to finally connect with her. His brow furrowed when his attention landed on the object Brielle had placed between them. Brielle followed his line of sight, frowning down at the small thing Connall had slipped to her.

"That's the key to his room." His voice was hushed, eyes casting to stare at the queen who looked bored and rested back in her seat. Fenrys shook his head, glancing at the key Brielle had picked up once more, "I don't understand."

Brielle fought to keep her expression from collapsing, "I do." She knew her mate listened but she directed her attention to Connall, smiling as she cried softly, "I understand" Plucking the courage to reach for his hand and fighting the urge to retract her grip at the coldness she met in his touch.

She had to be realistic. No more morals. For Connall.

Taking half a second to savour the final time she would ever hold his hand, a new spark of anger branching off from her core. Tucking the dagger into the side of her boot, she slipped the key into her pockets as Fenrys shuffled to be at Connall's other side. Sliding his arms under his body in preparation for lifting his twin off the tiles.

"I know you well enough. Tell me you have a plan?" Through the guilt he broke as he grunted lifting Connall in once swift movement upwards. Brielle rose with them. Even after all of this, after everything that occurred tonight, Fenrys relished in the grin his mate sent his way.

"Of course. It's a mad one. But I have nothing else" Brielle could feel him studying her face as he took in her words.

"I'll promise to be safe." She tried to ignore how limp Connall was in her mates arms. It was a struggle to look away, only turning to distract herself as Isaiah finally returned with Maeve's refreshments.

The queen turned her gaze away from them to receive her drink,

Brielle leaned close, "I'm going to get us out." she lowered her tone, "Keep Aelin going and.." she paused, Fenrys continued to study her,

Adding softly, "Vera is still alive."

She did note how he chose his words carefully. Unable to say she was okay or unarmed. The thought made Brielle's skin crawl.

It was all she needed as Maeve rose and began demanding they continue, her focus no longer on her drink. Accepting this may be one of the few times Brielle saw Fenrys for a while she savoured the sights and scent of him, holding to it tightly and locking the memories away inside her.

A pang in her chest erupted when he moved to leave the room. A maid, one of the few left in the castle brought some rags and bubbly water into the room, at Maeve's gestures she left it on the ground at Brielle's feet.

Slowly she blinked her stare back to the queen, Maeve raised a single eyebrow before gesturing to the blood soaking the tiles.

Kneeling once more, Brielle took the rag into her hands and got to work.

Brielle screamed as she cried, throwing piles of papers from her desk. Using her arm in one swift sweeping motion to launch everything from the surface. Gripping to the underside she yanked upwards, flipping the desk onto its side.

Turning and grabbing fistfuls of the curtains, screaming she violently yanked them free from where they were bolted to the stone wall.

Rage was coursing, jackhammering in her chest,

Connall was gone. Dead. Never coming back.

Breathing was a challenge, knees buckling under the weight of her own body. Collapsing onto a heap on the floor Brielle screamed the sound of a rasp from the pain blooming in her throat. A single tear slid. Despite the hour she had spent scrubbing her hands raw, even now she could still feel his blood coating them. Just like in Vallen.

There was a clatter by the wind-sill, grabbing a throwing knife from off her thigh, Brielle spun in one movement on the floor and threw it at the sound.

Enola shifted sideways, catching the blade as it flew past her head.

"Seven Hells!" Brielle gasped, covering her mouth as Enola's wide eyes met hers.

"I never-" she couldn't help but gawk, "You know I'd never."

Enola's gaze softened, sighing as she weighs the knife in her hands, walking in slowly she lowers herself beside her leader. Sitting down on the ground, she stayed silent holding the knife into the space between them.

Brielle carefully took it, holding it in her lap she began to cry softly as the realisation smacked her. She had almost harmed one of her own. Holding a hand to stifle the sound of her sobs, she falls into Enola's lap when the other female pulls her into her embrace.

Wrapping both arms around the Lioness and rocking their bodies together, rubbing soothing circles into her leaders lower back.

They sat together as Brielle cried, sat until her sobbing died down and she relaxed as Enola stroked her fingers through her hair. A comfort Brielle hadn't felt in so long that the touch felt foreign.

"I sent the letters out." Brielle sat up, moving from her spy's hold to look her in the eye.

"It should reach Regan in two nights." Brielle could have sobbed at the relief that flooded her. It was a risk for Enola to send letters. She was the one out of them who could. Cairn monitored everything Brielle did near the courier's and runners who got the letters out. Maeve had already ordered the deaths of those Brielle' trusted to use in her spy court. They had all gotten out of Doranelle before they met their untimely ends.

"How do we know world-walking is the way to go..." Despite her straight to point words, Brielle could see the hesitancy written on Enola's expression.

Brielle gripped her hand around Enola's. "We must have faith in one another. Trust. Regan and the others know what they're doing." Even if the thoughts made her feel sick, Brielle had to trust her spies. Each one of them had their own networks and individual things that made them valuable. She had taught each and every one of them to harness those skills, sharpening them into weapons so deadly she knew they could take care of themselves. Even if they weren't in this world. Regan was no different.

Brielle nodded, rationalising her thoughts, she pulled the key from her pocket. It was something she had been dreading, but knew the importance it held. The last memories of speaking to Connall, he had given her this...

he slips something cold and small into her hand. Clamping her fingers around it.

Tightening her hand around the key. Brielle finally stood, Enola watched her studying her Commanders expression warily before rising slowly,

"What are you going to do?"

Brielle met her stare, "I'm going to be realistic." Or find out whatever he wanted her to know.

Enola nodded in thought, eyeing up the key in her Commanders hand, The breeze blowing in gently from the open window, its curtains heaped on the floor before them, "I best get back before Maeve goes looking for me."

Even at her words, Brielle could see the disdain on her spy's expression, of all these years Brielle had been avoiding the queen. Enola had been on her shoulder bearing witness to all the abuse she ruled out in her court.

"I'm sorry for everything." Brielle tucked the key back to its place in her pocket, reaching to clasp Enola's hands. "I will get us all out."

Despite the conviction she forced into her words, she couldn't forgo the helplessness she felt at the wary expression Enola wore, as though she solely believed she was destined to be beside the queen for the rest of her immortal lifespan.

"I would care if you just got yourself out." Enola's words were soft, almost inaudible. "Probably do more good that way." she glances down, fidgeting with her fingers.

"You know I can't just-"

"I know." she nodded, finally looking back up, pulling her hands from her own, Enola moved to the window. Turning over her shoulder before climbing over the banister of the balcony. "Just make her pay."

As Enola shifted and flew over the edge, Brielle straightened up and turned for the door. The suffering of Maeve was the only thing she could promise anyone anymore.

Pulling herself into the hallway she grasped the key tightly as she moved down the narrow way towards Connall's shut bedroom door. There was no point waiting right now, no amount of tie would or could bring him back, even if she hoped to find him waiting inside for her. Waiting to make some flirtatious comment towards her. How she hadn't seen it before..

Pushing the key into place, Brielle stayed in the doorway as she swung the door open. It creaked loudly, across the silence of the now empty quarters they all used to share. It was like ringing a church bell across a sleeping city.

Stepping in instantly, she fought to keep herself breathing, eyes darting around his room, to the glasses of water left on his bedside, to the ruffled pillows laid half-haphazardly at where he had slept. His ornamental daggers displayed across the room, a tear slide as she eyes up the collection she had gathered for him over the years. She stills at the pile of neatly placed objects on the chest, positioned at the end of his bed.

She stills at the pile of neatly placed objects on the chest, positioned at the end of his bed.

Taking careful steps further into the room, Brielle stopped before the chest. Leaning to inspect the array of things left behind by Connall.

The piles were organised into sections of loose pages. Books. Scrolls and maps.

Picking up one of the loose pages, she began to scan its contents. The context of the parchment made her stomach roll. Dropping it to pick up a couple extra pieces of text, her eyes began to scan faster and faster darting back and forth across each page.

Heart hammering. Picking up one of the books, she turned it over slowly. The leather bound book was old, the pages inside barely holding together in the bindings. Running a hand down, Brielle felt the engraving in the pictures. An ancient beast drawn into the leather itself.

The Ancient fire-breathing beast was depicted onto the front, the pages giving locations and information. Brielle moved to sit on the corner of his bed, the scent of him still lingering on the sheets.

The book dropped from her hand, as Brielle slowly began to realise what it was Connall had done. He had been the one to source the Dragon glass Aelin had knelt on. Maeve had given him the task... and in doing so...

Connall had wanted her to be realistic. No more morals. He had left it all here for her— Knew she could figure it out.

And she had called him a coward of all things, he walked into that room knowing he was going to die and yet had left her this. No cowardly act in sight. Brielle breathed in sharply to fight the rising bile back down.

This changes everything, Brielle quickly begins to gather all the resources, pilling them into her arms, as many as she could carry in one trip.

Even in his death he may have just given her the upper hand to help Aelin win this war.

The Lioness glanced around his room, its owner destined to never return, and yet he had ensured she would have everything she needed.

She stills as she nears the door, the open window at the edge of the room made her pause, melodic sound poured in gathering all her attention. From somewhere deep in the city she could hear singing, A mournful sound which prickled her skin like the first lick of winters frigid touch.

A reminder for those they had lost. A song played as a reminder for those she had lost. Taking a quiet second to herself, this was all the mourning she could afford to give herself so she took one final glance around his room. A tribute to the memory of him.

Turning away quickly Brielle began to rush back to her room, away from the agony in her chest, The Lioness had lots of planning to do and little room to mourn.

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the-price-of-a-voice · 1 month ago

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‎‧₊˚✧Aleksei Kazimir Dostoevsky✧˚₊‧

“I see the ashes falling out your window

There's someone in the mirror that you don't know”

~IMPORTANT

Hi hello konnichiwassup, I’m Dango(@multicolored-dangaurr)! I’m the other mod of this blog! I’m not very active on tumblr though… when I post as Aleksei, I’ll sign off with a 🍡 emoji! -🍡

And it’s @deeply-moonstruck here with Katya’s older brother! The blog is mainly mine, I won’t sign off with a emoji, you’ll know it’s me if I don’t use the emoji that Dango will be using..

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Name:

: ̗̀➛ Aleksei Kazimir Dostoevsky

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Age:

: ̗̀➛ 21

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Gender: Male

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Species: Human

• Affiliation: Decay of Angels

• Occupation: Trained Assassin and former Anti-Entropy agent

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Family:

: ̗̀➛ Vera Dostoevskaya (@28-reasons-to-run, mother)

: ̗̀➛ Ekatarina “Katya” Dostoevskaya (@imaginary-polysemy, younger sister)

: ̗̀➛ Fyodor Dostoevsky (uncle)

: ̗̀➛ Unnamed father

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Likes:

: ̗̀➛ Silence

: ̗̀➛ Peace and quiet

: ̗̀➛ Taking walks at night

: ̗̀➛ Collecting antique items

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Dislikes:

: ̗̀➛ sunlight (no he’s not a vampire)

: ̗̀➛ His entire biological family excluding

Katya

: ̗̀➛ Anti-Entropy

“And everything was all wrong

(all wrong, yeah)

So burn it 'til it's all gone”

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ability

: ̗̀➛ Chill Kill

Description:

Aleksei’s ability, “Chill Kill,” allows him to enter an emotionless state of hyper-awareness and precision, enhancing his assassin skills significantly. When activated, Aleksei’s body undergoes a transformation where his heartbeat slows, his breathing steadies, and his mind detaches from fear, pain, or any form of distraction. This allows him to execute every movement with absolute clarity and precision. His reflexes become lightning-fast, and his perception of time seems to slow down, making it possible for him to anticipate and react to threats almost instantaneously.

While in this state, Aleksei’s focus is solely on the task at hand, making him impervious to distractions or psychological manipulation. However, the downside is that prolonged use of “Chill Kill” can numb his emotions, making it harder for him to reconnect with his humanity after combat. As a result, Aleksei must be cautious about how often and for how long he uses this ability, as excessive use may risk permanent detachment from his emotions and empathy.

Strengths:

1. Enhanced Reflexes and Perception:

Aleksei perceives the world in slow motion, giving him a significant advantage in dodging attacks and countering opponents with precision.

2. Emotion Suppression:

While “Chill Kill” is active, Aleksei becomes emotionally detached, allowing him to perform dangerous or morally ambiguous actions without hesitation.

3. Lethal Precision:

Any attack Aleksei executes during this state is carried out with deadly accuracy, making him a formidable opponent even against those with more powerful abilities.

Weaknesses:

Drawback:

Overuse of “Chill Kill” can result in temporary emotional numbness, lingering even after the ability is deactivated. This detachment can make it difficult for Aleksei to connect with others or feel empathy, potentially straining relationships and affecting his mental well-being. Prolonged use may also lead to physical exhaustion due to the intense focus and precision required, putting a strain on his body.

•✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Backstory✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

: ̗̀➛ HERE

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Other Information

ׂ╰┈➤

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Playlist: TO BE ADDED

‎‧₊˚✧External Links✧˚₊‧

‎‧₊˚✧TO BE ADDED✧˚₊‧

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Tagging…

@happy--prince

#🔪Aleksei #Bungou Stray Dogs #bsd oc #bungou stray dogs original character

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28-reasons-to-run · 2 months ago

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‎‧₊˚✧Vera Dostoevskaya✧˚₊‧

My eyes in the mirror They are cold, there's nothing What are they looking for? OOC UNDER THE CUT

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Name:

: ̗̀➛ Vera Dostoevskaya

(Вера Достоевская)** (see end)

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Age:

: ̗̀➛ 26

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Gender: Female

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Species: Human

• Affiliation: Decay of Angels

• Occupation: N/A

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Family:

: ̗̀➛ Fyodor Dostoevsky (older

brother)

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Likes:

: ̗̀➛ Attention and Admiration

: ̗̀➛ Luxury items

: ̗̀➛ Playing mind games (holy씨발)

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Dislikes:

: ̗̀➛ Boredom

: ̗̀➛ Being challenged

: ̗̀➛ Authenticity 😦

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• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ability

: ̗̀➛ 28 Reasons

ׂ╰┈➤ Description: 28 Reasons enables her to invoke a specific number of personas or archetypes based on the 28 reasons she has identified as pivotal for manipulating those around her. Each persona embodies a different aspect of her character, allowing her to adapt her behavior and appearance to suit various situations, leveraging the biases and expectations of others.

ׂ╰┈➤ Mechanics:

1. Persona Shifting: Vera can momentarily adopt one of her 28 carefully curated personas, each with its own traits, strengths, and weaknesses. For example:

- The Victim: Evokes sympathy and draws others in to support her.

- The Star: Captivates attention and admiration, making her the center of focus.

- The Muse: Inspires creativity or infatuation in others, compelling them to act on her behalf.

2. Emotional Resonance: Each persona can trigger specific emotional responses in others, such as admiration, guilt, or desire. This emotional resonance amplifies her influence, allowing her to manipulate those around her seamlessly.

3. Strategic Deception: By employing different personas for different situations, Vera can weave intricate plots and strategies, making her appear more trustworthy, charming, or even enigmatic. This versatility makes it challenging for her targets to discern her true intentions.

ׂ╰┈➤ Drawbacks:

- Identity Crisis: Prolonged use of multiple personas can lead to confusion or instability in her own sense of self, making it difficult for her to distinguish between who she truly is and the characters she portrays.

- Energy Drain: Constantly shifting between personas can be mentally and emotionally exhausting, requiring her to take breaks to recharge or risk losing control over her ability.

ׂ╰┈➤ Appearance: When she shifts personas, subtle changes occur in her demeanor and appearance, such as shifts in posture, expressions, or even slight variations in her clothing style. This transformation can be mesmerizing but also unsettling to those who witness it.

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Distinguishing Marks

: ̗̀➛ SNAKE TATTOO ITS LORE SIGNIFICANT

AAAAAHHHH

•✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Backstory ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

: ̗̀➛ Here

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Other Information

ׂ╰┈➤ Quick Explanation of Russian Last Names:

In Russian, last names change depending on the gender of the person. Male last names typically end in “-ov,” “-ev,” or “-sky,” while female last names take a feminine form by adding an “a” at the end. For example:

• A man would be “Dostoevsky” (Достоевский), while a woman becomes “Dostoevskaya” (Достоевская).

This system applies to most Russian surnames, and it’s used to indicate gender in official documents and everyday life. Thus, Vera’s last name reflects her being female by the addition of the “a” to Dostoevsky.

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Playlist: TO BE ADDED

‎‧₊˚✧External Links✧˚₊‧

: ̗̀➛ Красота (Beauty) — Vera and Suiren

: ̗̀➛ Vera’s death

‎‧₊˚✧TO BE ADDED✧˚₊‧

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#‎‧₊˚✧🐍Vera✧˚₊‧#ׂ╰┈➤ bsd oc #ׂ╰┈➤ bungou stray dogs #ׂ╰┈➤ Original character #ׂ╰┈➤ bsd rp #ׂ╰┈➤ bungou stray dogs original character

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marivelsblog1503 · 8 months ago

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☾︎ Prólogo: ☾︎

«— Todo lo que había pasado ese día fue una tragedia, quedando así un trauma y un profundo dolor.

Se suponía que solo iba a ser una misión para vigilar al Joker, pero, tan solo unos minutos y los dos ayudantes de Batman estaban en problemas.

— Basta, déjala ella no tiene nada que ver en esto. —

La voz de Jason sonaba quebrada, no le importaba si aquel psicópata veía como sus lágrimas caían, estaba atado a una silla y malherido, pero eso no le implicaba tener la fuerza necesaria para poder desatar.

No era sus heridas las cuales le dolían, si no ver como su novia estaba siendo torturada por aquel payaso, golpe tras golpe con una palanca, Sparrow era una de los superhéroes más fuertes que conocía, pero...

En este caso no era así.

— Hermoso rostro, cuerpo espectacular, lindos labios — decía el Joker sonriendo cínicamente, su mano recorría la mejilla de aquella chica, sin importarle que estuviera cubierta de sangre — Está noche te divertirás precioso pajarito. —

— No, no, no — repetía la chica muy asustada, Joker le colocó una mordaza para qué dejar de hablar, pero, ella definitivamente no tenía la fuerza necesaria para escapar de aquel lugar junto con su compañero y novio.

El payaso estaba a punto de besar los labios de la chica — DÉJALA YA — el grito de Jason se hizo presente por toda la bóveda y definitivamente eso no le gusto al Joker.

— Uno de los pajaritos de Bats aún tiene fuerza de voluntad para interrumpir mi maravilloso momento — El Joker se acercaba lentamente al segundo chico maravilla — Pero descuida, siempre tengo tiempo para uno más de ustedes. —

Ahora era él a quien estaba torturando, sentía como sus costillas se le rompían, incluso se le dificultaba respirar y que apenas podía mantener los ojos abiertos.

— Vaya eso parece que dolió, de veras — aquel payaso no borraba su sonrisa macabra de su rostro, siguió golpeando al segundo chico maravilla mientras Sparrow gritaba a través de su mordaza deteniendo el acto del Joker — Esto es muy irónico, si me divierto con tu chica me distraes y si hago lo mismo contigo ella lo hace. —

Continuo torturando al chico haciendo que la joven llorara por su novio, el Joker no lo dejaba ni un segundo y en verdad él se vio muy mal, ella solo trajo de convencerse de que era solo una horrible pesadilla, que se despertaría en cualquier momento y estaría en la mansión Wayne a lado de su novio, sanos ya salvos.

El verdadero nombre de Sparrow es Elizabeth Wayne Kyle, hija del multimillonario Bruce Wayne y la ex secretaria Selina Kyle, también es hermana de Dick Grayson aunque no comparten los lazos sanguíneos, pero se quieren y se protegen sensibles, al menos manera ella lo ve de esa.

Él junto con sus padres comenzó a entrenarla desde que tenía 8 años, pero al cumplir los 13 años tomo ella la decisión de ser una vigilante para así ayudar a las personas de Gotham City.

Pero ahora a sus 18 años, ya se estaba arrepintiendo de ser uno de ellos.

— Ups, aguarda, eso parece que dolió aún más — dijo el Joker deteniéndose unos segundos, incluso hizo que la chica dirigiera su mirada a la escena una vez más — Así que, tratemos de despejar esto ¿Está bien querido? — Pregunto el Joker — ¿Qué duele más? ¿A o B? ¿Derecho o revés? —

Cada pregunta que hacia una acción, el pobre Jason ya casi no tenía fuerzas y en cuanto a Elizabeth estaba llorando por el miedo y la preocupación que sintió al ver el estado demacrado del segundo chico maravilla, se escuchó la risa del Joker aunque el joven murmuro algo que casi no se escuchó, así que se acercó hasta él para escucharlo mejor.

— Un poco más alto jovencito, creo que puedes tener un pulmón colapsado, eso siempre impide la oratoria — dijo el Joker mientras revolvía el cabello de Robin, pero él escupió un poco de sangre en el horrible rostro del payaso y eso lo enojo, haciendo que chocara la cabeza del joven contra el suelo con fuerza — Eso fue grosero, el primer chico mantequilla tenía modales. —

El payaso comenzaba a limpiarse la sangre que estaba en su rostro y solamente recibió una sonrisa de parte del segundo Robin, si Sparrow no tenía aquella mordaza también se hubiera burlado.

— Voy a tener que darte una lección para que puedas seguir sus pasos — se quedó pensando unos segundos — ¡Nah! Solo voy a seguir golpeándote con esto. —

Ya no podía seguir viendo eso, Sparrow de una manera comenzaba a gritar otra vez un intento de “Detente” y en seguida el Joker puso su atención en ella de nuevo.

— Vaya, incluso con esa cosa en tu boca no puedes mantenerte en silencio, parece que ninguno de ustedes dos de hecho me va a dejar divertirme, bien, veamos que tan resistente eres realmente jovencita — el Joker se acercaba a la chica con la palanca , llena de la sangre de Jason.

La chica trajo de alejarse, pero, el payaso la detuvo — Descuida pequeña ave, tan solo quiero un poco de diversión antes de marcharme. —

Los sonidos de la palanca golpeando el cuerpo de la chica se hicieron presentes, al igual que los gritos Jason rogando a que se detuviera, pero, esta vez el Joker simplemente lo ignoro, quería que el chico maravilla viera el espectáculo, mientras que ese psicópata continuaba con su trabajo.

Ese día, ambos quedaron marcados de por vida.

«— En la Batcave, las horas se estaban siendo muy desesperadas para Dick, Selina y Alfred, la mujer lloraba por la angustia que estaba sintiendo en ese momento por el bienestar de su hija, que estaba a manos de aquel psicópata, Dick capturado de consolarla, pero, le era imposible, ya que él también estaba preocupado por el bienestar de sus hermanos, mientras que Batman estaba en camino a la ubicación donde se encontraba su hija y su protegida, tan solo faltaba unos minutos para llegar.

Solamente habían pasado horas desde que el Joker torturó a los jóvenes, pero sabía que su mayor enemigo estaba a punto de llegar y rescatar a sus aprendices.

— Está bien chicos me tengo que ir, aunque fue divertido ¿No es cierto? — dijo el Joker saliendo de la bóveda, pero era imposible que los jóvenes le iban a contestar, ya que no tenían fuerzas, de hecho estaban desmayados casi muertos en el lugar.

— Bueno tal vez fue más divertido para mí que para ustedes supongo, ya que han estado horriblemente callados, de todos modos sean buenos chicos, terminen su tarea y vayan a la cama a las nueve, y oigan... Díganle al grandulón que envié ... Saludos — el único gesto que hizo fue mostrarles una sonrisa a pesar de que ambos no lo estaban viendo, para así soltar su macabra y típica risa, y luego cerrar la puerta.

Al momento que ese psicópata se fue, Jason fue el primero en abrir los ojos, miro a su novia quien estaba muy malherida.

Sin pensarlo dio la vuelta para tratar de levantarse, aunque le costara un poco y por el gran dolor que sentía, pero, se estaba esforzando para ayudar y sacar a Elizabeth del lugar, mientras que a ella le costaba respirar y mantener los ojos abiertos.

— Eli — llamo el chico maravilla acercándose al cuerpo casi sin vida de su novia — Eli, debemos salir de aquí — comprobó su pulso, pero, era débil.

— J... Jay — murmuro ella, ya que le costó decir una sola palabra y es porque estaba perdiendo mucha sangre, no podía levantarse.

— Oye, todo va a estar bien ¿Si?, te prometo que te sacaré de aquí, pero debes resistir — en ese momento Jason intentó levantarse, pero fue inútil, él cayó al suelo.

Pensando en un plan rápido para salir del lugar, comenzó a arrastrarla, ya que no tenía más fuerzas para volverse a levantar y cargarla.

Jason no esperaba hacerlo de esta manera, pero ella estaba perdiendo más sangre al igual que él, pero eso no significaba que se iba a rendir tan fácilmente y poder salvarla, aún presenta las esperanzas de que Batman los rescatara.

Ya estando en la puerta se estiró un poco para abrir la puerta y aunque él estaba haciendo el mayor esfuerzo posible para abrirla, pero el Joker los había encerrado en la bóveda, ya dándose por vencido miro a su novia quien se había desmayado por la pérdida de sangre, él estaba preocupado y utilizado de idear un plan para salir.

Hasta que escucho aquel sonido...

Tik tak, tik tak, tik tak.

Él volteo para ver el artefacto y definitivamente era el sonido característico de una bomba a punto de explotar, tan solo faltaban cinco segundos para que explotara y Jason no dudo ni un segundo en colocar su cuerpo sobre el de Elizabeth para protegerla de la gran explosión que se avecinaba, si ese era sus últimos momentos con ella...

Al menos quería que se salvara, incluso si eso implicaba no estar físicamente con ella.

— Te amo con todo mi corazón, Elizabeth Wayne — esas fueron las últimas palabras de Jason Peter Todd.

Cuatro, tres, dos...

Uno.

¡BAM!

El murciélago estaba a punto de llegar a la bóveda cuando ocurrió, lo único que se podía ver eran escombros y el fuego en el lugar, sin pensarlo Batman se acercó al lugar para comenzar a buscarlos y miro una pila de escombros.

Pero con una mano debajo de ellos, en seguida se dirigió hasta los escombros donde se encontró y sabía que ahí se encontró su hija y protegida, hasta que los encontró y noto que ambos estaban inconscientes.

— No — de inmediato comprobó el pulso de cada uno, el de Elizabeth era muy débil, pero aún tenía posibilidades de vivir, lamentablemente no se pudo decir lo mismo de Jason quien no se le pudo encontrar el pulso.

— Jason — susurro el caballero afectado por la partida de otro Robin, pero sabía que esto afectaría muchísimo a Elizabeth.

No podía romper su código, pero lo que hizo el Joker jamás tuvo perdón.

«— Todo estaba oscuro y lo único que se podía escuchar, eran voces llenas de preocupación y miedo, Elizabeth no podía distinguirlas, pero si podía percibir ese sentimiento.

— Eli resiste . —

— todo va a estar bien cariño, estas a salvo ahora . —

— Debes despertar pequeña, eres mucho más fuerte que esto, así que resiste. —

— Está perdiendo pulso, rápido, al quirófano. —

— La perdemos, muévanse ya. —

— NO. —

Fue lo último que pudo escuchar, ¿Qué estaba pasando realmente? , esto se lo estaba preguntando, mientras que sus ojos se abrieron lentamente pudo presenciar que estaba recostada en una hamaca, se levanto lentamente y observo todo a su alrededor, notando que estaba en la mansión, miro a otra dirección rápidamente, ya que escucho la risa de Dick quien rodeaba la cintura de Barbara.

No solo estaban ellos, también estaban Bruce y Selina, mientras que Alfred estaba sirviendo el té, para Elizabeth era realmente cálido porque estaba en su hogar junto a su familia, aunque no pudo evitar asustarse porque unos brazos rodeo su cintura, volteó rápidamente y solo se tradujo de su novio.

— Estas tensa — se burló Jason, luego se acerco un poco para besar su mejilla.

— Lo siento es que... esto es muy tranquilo — dijo ella sonando menos preocupada.

— Oye te conozco desde que uso 12, ¿Qué ocurre? —Pregunto Jason abrazándola.

— Nada, enserio — Elizabeth solo estaba observando a su familia, aún seguía algo confundida, pero solo hizo de lado esa sensación y seguir en ese momento familiar — Te digo la verdad, me gusta este día, sin villanos, sin patrullajes y sin nada de qué preocuparnos, solo estamos en un tranquilo momento familiar. —

Él solamente la abrazo — Es cierto, aunque extraño patear traseros, pero, estar contigo vale la pena. —

— Es idea mía o el gran Jason Todd está siendo algo cursi — ella solo le sonrió.

— Tengo un lado poeta, ¿Qué puedo decirte? — ambos se rieron sin separarse de ese abrazo, no sin antes de sellar ese momento con un beso.

Son dos años de relación, las personas al saber que estos dos pensaron que era algo enfermizo que la hija de Bruce Wayne y su protegido estaban en una relación, ya que son hermanos adoptivos, pero, eso no los detuvo.

Aunque eso no les importaba, solo querían estar juntos, eso era todo lo que querían, pero, no todo puede ser felicidad ¿Cierto?

De pronto todo cambio una vez que se separaron, los dos ya no estaban en la mansión si no en un almacén abandonado, Eli noto que traía puesto su traje, sin mencionar que sentí un fuerte dolor por todo su cuerpo, miro a Jason en su traje de Robin y estaba peor que ella.

¿Por qué su mente jugaba con ella? , estaba pasando un tranquilo con toda su familia, pero todo se consiguió de solo un sueño.

— Te amo con todo mi corazón, Elizabeth Wayne — dijo Jason dejando escapar las lágrimas, mientras acariciaba la mejilla de la chica.

Ahora ella sintió más dolor que antes, incluso sintió que no podía respirar, lo que lleva a otra vez a la pregunta ¿Qué estaba pasando?

Otra vez, todo se torno negro.

Una intensa luz la había cegado solo por unos segundos, un olor intenso a analgésicos inundo su nariz, Elizabeth parpadeo un par de veces para así ver todo a su alrededor, lo primero que observo fueron las paredes de color blanco, también se sintió incómoda a causa de la camilla en la que estaba, incluso noto una aguja incrustada en el brazo.

En cuestión de segundos se había dado cuenta de que estaba en el hospital, pero, todo era confuso para ella y muchas preguntas invadieron su cabeza.

¿Qué había pasado con la misión?, ¿Por qué estaba en el hospital? Y la pregunta más importante, ¿Dónde estaba Jason?

La puerta se abrió de repente, sacándola de sus preguntas, quien había entrado a la habitación era Dick y entre sus manos traía un ramo de rosas, las cuales eran sus favoritas, pero él al ver a su hermana ya despierta no dudo en acercarse a ella y abrazarla.

— Me alegra muchísimo que estés bien — dijo Dick sin apartarse de aquel abrazo, aunque eso no evito que Elizabeth se quejara un poco — Lo lamento mucho, pero es que esto realmente me alegro, duraste 7 días inconsciente, pensamos que te habíamos perdido. —

— ¿Qué fue lo que me paso? — pregunto ella con curiosidad, ya que de muchas misiones en las que ha estado involucrada y algunas eran bastante peligrosas, esta era la primera cirugía que recibió estando en una de ellas.

Dick se dio la vuelta para cerrar la puerta con seguro, para así asegurarse de que nadie entrara — Bueno, fue una cirugía de alto riesgo — comenzó a explicar el primer Robin, en verdad no quería ocultarle nada a su hermana, a diferencia de Bruce que les pidió no decirle nada, por lo que Selina y él se negaron — Eli, tuviste una hemorragia interna, tuvieron que llevarte de emergencia al quirófano para detener el sangrado, no solo eso, dos de tus costillas están rotas. —

— No puede ser, entonces si tuve mucha suerte — ella sonrió, cosa que Dick devolvió el gesto — Pero, ¿Cómo se encuentra Jason?, ese maniático lo lastimo más que a mí, quiero verlo Dick — pidió ella mirándolo.

El primer chico maravilla sintió que en cualquier momento se iba a desmayar, pero ocultárselo sería algo inútil.

— Eli... — él tuvo que pensar muy bien de sus palabras, pero no había ninguna para explicar esta situación — Eli tú fuiste la única que sobrevivió a la explosión, Jason murió en la explosión, justo ahora están realizando la autopsia, lo lamento mucho. —

Lo que había escuchado la dejo en shock, pero...

No quería creerlo.

Ella solo negó con la cabeza y lágrimas no dudaron en aparecer — No, eso no es cierto, él estaba conmigo y aun seguía con vida, me estaba ayudando a salir de ese lugar, Dick esto es solo una de tus bromas, dime por favor que lo es — ella solo se negaba, quería levantarse y salir de la habitación, pero, debía afrontar la cruel realidad.

Dick al ver el estado de su hermana menor no dudo en abrazarla a lo cual ella correspondió, las heridas dolían, pero escuchar que Jason murió.

Esa fue la peor herida.

— Shhh, tranquila pequeña, estoy aquí — susurro Dick haciendo que Elizabeth lo abrazara con más fuerza.

De todas las personas que nacieron en una mano de ese psicópata...

¿Por qué Jason tuvo que ser otra víctima?

Esa era la pregunta importante, la cual no tenia una respuesta concreta.

«— Pasaron tres días y el dolor seguía ahí, este día era el funeral de Jason y Elizabeth no quería sepultar el recuerdo de su novio, no de esa manera y era muy temprano para despedirse de él, las únicas personas que asistieron al funeral fueron Alfred, Lucius y su hijo Luke, sin olvidar a su padre.

Mientras que Selina, Dick y Barbara estaban con Elizabeth cuidándola, mientras que ella acariciaba la cabeza de su cachorro de pastor alemán, el cual se lo había regalado Jason en su cumpleaños, aunque este pequeño estaba recostado a un lado de su dueña, la chica se estaba recuperando su cirugía, pero, de esta perdida si seria difícil de superar.

— ¿Quieres que te traiga algo de comer Eli? — pregunto Barbara, pero en cuanto a Elizabeth solo negó con la cabeza, ya que no tenía hambre.

— Llevas 3 días sin comer nada Elizabeth, debes recuperar un poco de energías — dijo Dick preocupaba mientras la miraba, aunque ella solo estaba observando la ventana.

Selina vio como su hija estaba cambiando y como ese dolor lo estaba guardando para si mismo, esto no seria fácil para ella, pero, como su madre no iba a dejarla sola en estos momentos.

Chicos podrían dejarme a solas con ella dijo Selina mirándolos, a lo que ambos no tienen de otra.

El primer chico maravilla solo se acerco a su hermana, para así besar su frente — Vendré más tarde, te traeré un poco de tu comida favorita y podremos ver toda una maratón de Harry Potter. —

Ella solo asintió, Dick y su prometida salió de la habitación, dejando a madre e hija solas, aunque la chica no pudo contener más sus lágrimas, el cachorro solo pudo lamer la mano de su dueña, en cuanto a Selina acariciaba el cabello de su hija con delicadeza.

— ¿Por qué tuvo que pasar esto? — se preguntaba Elizabeth aún llorando — Él quería ir a la universidad, queríamos iniciar una nueva vida fuera de Gotham, todo lo que paso en ese lugar fue mi culpa mamá. —

Las lágrimas no paraban de salir, el sufrimiento la estaba quemando por dentro, lo único que quería ella en este momento era pensar que todo se trató de un terrible engaño y estar una vez más en los brazos de su novio, Selina por otra parte solo abrazo a su hija.

— Nada de lo que paso es tu culpa — dijo Selina acariciando el cabello de Elizabeth una vez más — El destino a veces puede ser incluso cruel con las personas, incluso si debe quitarte a la persona que amas, pero, siempre debemos ponernos de pie y seguir adelante, aunque duela aceptarlo. —

Esas palabras fueron lo suficientemente claro para la chica, pero aún seguía culpándose, ella debía insistir en que buscar esa mujer que era la madre biológica de Jason era una mala idea, pero, también culpaba al Joker por todo, era el responsable de la muerte de su novio.

Se quería vengar por esto, por quitarle una parte importante para ella, no le importaba las heridas externas, ya que estas sanarían y dejarían cicatrices, pero esta herida no iba a desaparecer tan fácil, Elizabeth quería ver el cuerpo del Joker cubierto de heridas y hacer un favor a la ciudad, eso sería matar a ese psicópata.

Una cosa era segura y es que este seria...

El comienzo de su pasado oscuro.

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narilily · 1 year ago

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TASK #13 SHORT & SWEET

♥ What is your favorite book from childhood?: I collected sooo many of the My Little Pony books, but I also just loved fashion magazines, I know that doesn't count, but lol!

ღ Do you own an item that comforts you when you’re sad?: My house! :)

✿ What makes you happy?: Flowers. 💐 Nothing puts a smile on my face like flowers.

♛ What are three things you like about yourself?: My outlook on life, my persistence, and the fact that I look a lot like my mom.

☾ Which season is your favorite?: Spring!!!

† Do you believe in the supernatural?: Just spirits, but not in a spooky haunting kind of way? I just like the idea of people looking after their loved ones when they go.

♪ Name a song that has a deeper meaning to you.: When I heard Amen by Amber Run for the first time, I was driving through the countryside and had an epic meltdown and had to pull over. It's always stuck with me, ever since.

ꕤ What would be your dream job?: A flower. I just want to hang out in a garden being pretty.

☼ Name three things you don’t leave the house without.: Cellphone, lip balm, purse.

❧ What is your favorite comfort food?: Strawberries if they're in season, gelato any time of year. Strawberry gelato if you want bonus points, though. ;)

⤷ Are you an active person? / What do you do to stay active?: Yeah! Primarily through yoga and pilates. I'm also just always on the move, I garden a lot (obvs), which is actually quite a lot of physical movement, too!

★ Name your three biggest inspirations (people-wise).: My mom, both as a woman and a seamstress, Vera Wang, the eighty-something year-old woman who brings me seeds in exchange for private yoga sessions at my house.

✘ What is currently your favorite airing show?: I've been watching a lot of trash television right now, and am super into House of Villains, but I also just started watching season 2 of Pamela Anderson's Garden of Eden!

✈ If you had to go anywhere right now, where would you go?: Probably to see my parents, but they're coming for the holidays, so it's okay!!! <3

#merrocktask #;; lmao writing this as nari was so much bubblier than i am used to but i tried!!! <3

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imaginary-polysemy · 1 month ago

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‎‧₊˚✧Katya Lyubov✧˚₊‧

“You know I’m, your imaginary friend You know I’m, here tonight to give you strength When there’s monsters on your ceiling I’ll keep you safe and I’ll keep you dreaming You know I’m, your imaginary friend You know I’m, it’s you and I until the end”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Name:

: ̗̀➛ Ekaterina “Katya” Lyubov

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Age:

: ̗̀➛ 18

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Gender:

: ̗̀➛ Female

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Species:

: ̗̀➛ Human

• Affiliation(?):

: ̗̀➛ Decay of Angels, Black Swan, The Order of the Clock Tower

• Occupation:

: ̗̀➛ Black Talon no. 2 (high ranking Black Swan member), spy and informant for the Order.

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Family:

: ̗̀➛ Oscar Wilde (Adoptive father)

: ̗̀➛ Alexsei Kazimir Dostoevsky (older

brother)

: ̗̀➛ Vera Dostoevskaya (mother)

: ̗̀➛ Fyodor Dostoevsky (uncle)

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Likes:

: ̗̀➛ Collecting masks

: ̗̀➛ Collecting things in general

: ̗̀➛ Sweet things

: ̗̀➛ Old video cameras/cameras and taking photos and videos

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Dislikes:

: ̗̀➛ Manipulation/being manipulated

: ̗̀➛ Paper Mache

: ̗̀➛ Disloyal people!

Ability and other info below the cut

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ability

: ̗̀➛The Double

Description:

ׂ╰┈➤ Katya possesses the ability to embody alternate personas, each connected to a specific item or symbol she uses as a focus, often appearing like a mask or emblem. Each persona enhances her in different ways, from altering her physical appearance and voice to adjusting her personality traits and emotional states, making her difficult to read or predict. However, these personas come with unique strengths and weaknesses. Below are the effects she can utilize:

Persona Shift: Katya can transform her appearance, mannerisms, and even voice to fit the persona of each item she uses. She becomes someone entirely new, both physically and psychologically, making her a skilled deceiver and manipulator.

• Emotional Overlap: Each persona carries a specific emotional tone that amplifies Katya’s ability to influence others’ emotions. For instance, a persona symbolizing sorrow heightens her capacity for empathy and manipulation through vulnerability, while a rage persona could incite fear or submission.

• Spectral Alteration: Katya can create subtle illusions tied to her persona, allowing her to change minor aspects of her surroundings to reflect her character. This might include creating shadows, sounds, or atmospheric effects that enhance the authenticity of her role.

• Adapted Mimicry: Katya can emulate abilities or skills of individuals she has observed in her persona state. Though not as effective as the original, with practice, she can replicate and refine these skills for strategic use, depending on how well they fit the persona.

• Residual Influence: When not actively in a persona, the influence of previous personas can linger, subtly affecting Katya’s thoughts, behaviors, or reactions in line with past personas. This lingering effect can make her unpredictable but can also lead to emotional instability or erratic decisions.

• ੈ✩‧₊˚Weaknesses

ׂ╰┈➤ • Fragmented Identity: Switching between personas constantly strains Katya’s sense of self, making her prone to identity crises or loss of personal cohesion. This instability could make her vulnerable to psychological manipulation or influence.

• Reliance on Persona Symbols: Katya’s power is dependent on her focus items. Without them, her ability to assume personas weakens drastically, leaving her with only minor illusions and making her vulnerable to identity disintegration.

•✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ LORE ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

: ̗̀➛ TO BE ADDED

‎‧₊˚✧External Links✧˚₊‧

ׂ╰┈➤ KATYA’S DEATH!

ׂ╰┈➤ Comfort/Sad fic of her and the rest of the World Serpent

ׂ╰┈➤ First Meeting — Katya and Solon

ׂ╰┈➤ Who Do I Want to Be? —Katya

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

@happy--prince

#‎‧₊˚✧🎻𝓚𝓪𝓽𝔂𝓪 ✧˚₊‧#Bungou Stray Dogs #bsd oc #Bungou stray dogs original character #bungou stray dogs oc

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snakeofchrist · 5 months ago

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˚˙࿇༓˙˚˙༓ ♱ ༓˙˚˙༓࿇˙˚

Vera ☾

She/Her ⋅⋆∘♱∘⋆⋅ 22 ⋅⋆∘♱∘⋆⋅ Capricorn

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b1zmuth · 6 months ago

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Chapter Two | TDOTD

‘’The Other Side Of The Fence’’

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Horrid.

The day that I met him was as clear as day, I was finishing up my regular scouting mission with Verdict- the skies hazy with a dark blue hue lulling over the horizon, fading into a light purple, announcing the upcoming daybreak.

Soon, would the night fade and the day would rise into its full position- the tell-tale sign of the Bridge Of Animos’s closing.

Which meant that the two of us would have to find our reversal partners, which pretty much meant that after me and Vera finished our night scout, we would have to regroup with our day partners.

‘’.....Was that the black flash? The fuck?’’ A younger Neutral asked himself, double, no- triple checking his surroundings to make sure he didn't just get his ass compromised…again.

And then he saw it again- that same quick black apparition that seemed to just, vanish into the ground? It wasn’t totally impossible for inhabitants of Animos’s cityscape to just faze into random objects at will- but they never get put on the day shifts due to their intolerance of the sun.. so that leaves only one possibility left.

‘’Claude! In nomine umbrae lucis, te ipsum exposco.’’ Neutral retained a defensive position, tensing his body up to be fully ready for any type of attack that this… whatever the fuck it was might pull off.

A shadowy figure with an unnervingly large toothy smile rose from the ground, startling the latter who jumped back a couple of feet in response- ‘’Ne timeas umbra lucis, nam particeps sum tuus.’’

‘’The fuck? You really couldn't have said this without getting all up in the face?’’ Neutral questioned the shadowy figure that smiled even larger at his question- ‘’Just how large can you smile at someone?’’

The shadow figure only responded with a rolling of his wrist motion- ‘’Depends on the mood, what's ya name partner?’’ ‘’No- that's- ugh! Whatever, I'm Neutral, Derivative of the Shade Of Light. You?’’

‘’Horrid!’’

I wonder why ive been thinking alot more, about him more.

Maybe it's because of the fact that I'm scheduled to be going on another mission with him, like that fateful day we met? Or the days when we would aimlessly wander about the different realms, fucking over our tasks and getting an earful?

No, can’t be that. It has to be.. Something else- that's bothering me.

A distant voice calls out, gradually getting louder and louder with every passing minute without a response.

‘’Neu------!!’’ ‘’------Tral! Wake the fuck up!’’

Then it stopped and turned into a harsh shove which woke up the daydreaming, unresponsive reciprocate of the calls.

Neutral gasped loudly, mainly because of the shock of being woken up suddenly and pretty much ripped out of his thinking session- ‘’What?!?! The fuck did you shove me for?!’’ Neutral shouted at his partner, furious about the fact that his entire thinking session was interrupted because HE wanted to shove him for no apparent reason.

‘’We missed our stop you dumbfuck! I've been trying to GENTLY wake you up, something that i never do, but your stone rock sleeping ass didn't hear me basically yelling in your ear for five minutes!’’ Horrid shouted right back, holding his hand out to the obvious change in environment through the train car windows.

‘’Shit. What stop are we going to be at?’’ calming himself down, Neutral asked Horrid- only to be met with a nasty side-eye and a ‘’I don't know, you tell me you idiot!’’ face- and continuing to practically shove his face into the window to observe whatever he could.

‘’Fuck.’’ Neutral grumbled to himself, mentally yelling about the fact he let the BOTH of them miss their stop, which could snowball into them missing their assassination schedules- which would turn into Shade's loud ass constantly up his ass about ‘’not fulfilling his duty!!’’ and all of those random ramblings- god! He is a fucking pai-

The train's intercom crackles to life above Horrid’s and Neutral’s seats, loudly displaying the next trainstop message.

‘’Please don't be Runa. Please don't be Runa. Please don't be Runa. PLEASE-’’

‘’We are now approaching our next stop! Runa! Passengers not getting off at the next stop, please be advised to stay seated during offloading and onloading sessions. Thank you!’’

‘’ESTIMATED TIME OF ARRIVAL: 3 MINUTES”

Listening to the dreadful announcement, Horrid attempted to return to his seat next to Neutral, who had his head in his hands and was slightly shaking it- attempting to soothe over the headache he was experiencing.

Horrid only settled in his seat, somewhat dreading the arrival to Runa, ‘’The city of fucking nightmares’’ according to both Neutral and Guru- although, Horrid didn't really think it could be THAT bad since nobody else referred to Runa, like, at all.

‘’Not like I can ask Neutral about this random ass city. Time to play the guessing game again.’’ he thought to himself, slowly feeling the anticipation build up deep inside of him.

‘’Now arriving at.. Runa! All offloading passengers please take all baggage with you! Thank you for riding Spirit Trainlines!’’

And here they were, in the vast cityscape of Runa, with both boys equally having mixed feelings about the entire situation.

Neutral, sitting on a trainstop bench, was contemplating if he should go ahead and jump off a cliff or suffer Shade's wrath again, and Horrid looking around at different things- switching between looking at a travel guide and matching the map up with the skyline of the city.

‘’Neu, cmon we have to get moving if we wanna make it on time for the switch- at least that fucking Shade wont have his foot up our asses as far?’’ Horrid put the travel guide in his pocket and walked over to the zoned-out Neutral- ‘’Horrid. We are quite literally FUCKED, i don't even mean just one fucked, we are trenches deep in the fuckery now. We missed the last stop to portal over and Runa is NOT the place we wanna be right now.’’ Neutral shot his head up, frantically motioning the words he was saying.

Horrid only groaned, shaking his head- ‘’According to this travel guide, Runa is very close to the last stop, and it'll only take 30 minutes-’’ Neutral cut Horrid off with swiftness, scaring the shit out of him by nearly teleporting in front of him, placing his hands on his shoulders and with the most deadpanned stare said- ‘’SHADE is HERE, in RUNA, oh yeah and also gray’s here.’’

‘’Your kidding.’’

Quickly dialing some numbers on his phone and Gray’s caller ID popping up, the line rung for a bit before the other side picked up- ‘’Yello, this is Gray speaking- oh! Neutral..? You never call during a mission- even if it's with Horrid? You good?’’ Grays's voice spoke from the phone, his questioning tone worrying the others on the other side of the phone.

‘’Gray, can you deliver some toilet paper to Runa? Me and Horrid shit ourselves because we got taco bell.’’ Neutral said, looking over to the snickering Horrid and swiftly kicking him in the leg.

‘’Ha! You missed! --OW! What the fuc-’’

‘’Oh, I see- Shade! Horrid needs me to deliver him and Neutral some toilet paper! I'll be back in a bit!’’ Gray spoke again, Shade's somewhat audible voice yelling back an ‘’Ok!’’- ‘’What the fuck did you two do? Just- nevermind, just be at the Stelle Pointelle in 20.’’ Gray scoffed from over the phone, quickly hanging up and leaving the boys to their devices.

‘’What in the fuck Neutral?! ‘’Me and Horrid SHIT ourselves’’?? Do you know what that could do to me if someone else heard that?!’’ Horrid got irate and started yelling at the now staring-directly-at-him male who just shushed him- ‘’If you weren't so much of a fucking idiot you would know what I just said was code for ‘’Oh shit we fucked up please come and get us’’- do you really think that I would deadass say some crazy shit like that when SHADES around?’’ Neutral responded, rolling his eyes and starting to walk off.

‘’You are so INSUFFERABLE- god I hope Shade tears you a new one!’’

‘’I hope you will finally give ass instead of taking it!’’

It is safe to say that the pair walked in silence to the Stelle, except for the occasional jab at each other every five minutes that usually ended in a street-side brawl, which lasted another 20 minutes.

By the time they finally got to the Stella Pointelle, Gray was already waiting for them with a pissed-off expression and someone's steel-toed boot in hand.

‘’Where have YOU two been! It's been a whole hour since I told you to meet me! Don't you know I was doing important things with Shade that needed tending to!’’ Gray yelled, waving around this random ass boot that he got from god knows where- threatening to ‘’beat the shit out of the both of you!’’

‘’Calm your tits, Gray, we weren't doing anything- or well should I say, (I) wasn’t doing anything except for trying to get this fucker off of me!’’ Horrid shoved Neutral out of the way and started making his way to the car, waiting for the other two to get in. ‘’BACKSEAT HORRID! FUCK YOUR SHOTGUN PRIVILEGES!’’

‘’Party pooper. Ugh!’’ Horrid groaned as he listened to Gray start up the car, mumbling something about ‘’waiting until Neutral gets in the car’’

And the second that Neutral climbed in the car and shut the door, Gray turned off the car.

‘’So how was your fuck session? It seems like you two REALLY enjoyed that one and getting me chewed out by Shade.’’ Gray deadpanned, turning around in his seat and staring at the two, who just looked at him with confused faces- ‘’What are you going on about? I NEVER fucked Hor-’’ Neutral was about to start responding back until Gray cut him off

‘’Take a gander at your clothes, you took a whole hour to even give me a pointer that you were still alive and kicking, and then I see you roll up with messy clothes, Neutral’s CHIN is exposed,’’ ‘’What?! It is?’’- ‘’YES Neutral! Your mask is up either way I'm getting my ass kicked by Shade when I go back because I'm taking almost an hour and a half to simply WAIT for you! All because you two wanted to fuck 1-3 times in an HOUR!! How do you manage to bust a nut every 25 minutes!!’’ Gray yelled, both of his hands on the headrests- borderline inside of them, his body jerking with every emphasized word he said.

At that point Neutral and Horrid just looked at each other with the same expression of ‘’What is he yelling about?’’ and it didn't really help that they STILL didn't understand what in the hell Gray was even talking about because he kept going on and on about this even after starting the car up.

‘’Yeah, I banged him- soooooo hard he passed out! Hehhhheee..’’

‘’HORRID! WHAT THE FUCK??’’

To Neutrals absolute HORROR Gray parked the car again and started beating the hell out of the both of them- and Gray hits where it hurts the most… youch!

Eventually, the trio finally made it to the small portal entrance town of Rizimuna, Runas portal-hop town.

Rizimuna is much smaller than Runa in comparison, going from a huge cityscape to a rural town, with a small population to match, but it is way less noisy and flashy.

After getting attacked by Gray in the car, you best believe Neutral DIVED out of the car, with Horrid quickly following suit- and now we end up here, with the two walking towards the portal gate. ‘’Neutral, do we really have to go on this hunt today? I mean we’re already late to the exchange.’’ Horrid quipped, his shadow-like body wisping in the windy air and his smile down turning into a frowny one.

‘’Still gotta go.’’ Neutral responded in a somewhat groggy tone, digging for his and Horrid’s IDs whilst rolling his eyes, knowing that Horrid would most likely start whining and begging him to ‘’just lemme go home! I'll be a good boy! Promise!’’

With a loud whine and a dramatic tug/falling down on the ground act from Horrid, the two begrudgingly went ahead and checked in.

Somewhere, On the Other Side.

Two figures stand in the moonlight glow, their bodies emanating the foul aura of death and despair- their stances of the same nature.

Extremely pissed off.

‘’It's been fucking HOURS! I want to go home Verdict! This is nuts how long we have to wait for those two to simply show up!’’

‘’It'll be okay, Mrs. Maisonnaige can handle this, she did say we could contact her if we had any problems- on the other hand, we’re okay for now, and there's not much stopping us from wandering around.

‘’Fine. But I swear when I lay my eyes on those two I'm going to rip them a fucking new one! I know you want to do it too!”

‘’Mhm..’’

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This chapter was a doozy to write, especially with the plot idea leaving my head multiple times, and the whole idea of Horrid's and Neutrals relationship aswell.

But to give a hint towards the next chapter, it will be mainly focused on two new characters, and the character teaser art I posted a while back! it will be focused on these two new characters and explaining the overall layout of DOTD's worldbuilding!

Stay tuned! | Bizmuth's Workshop '24

#TDOTD #chapter story #art wip #trending #chapter 2 #chapter 2 is up!#original charact #funny shit #ha ha funny #gay men or some shit

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